This Lao Deng didn't care if he didn't give me the bullets, and he threatened me with Uncle An. Really, I won't hand over this gun. If the bullets are too big, I'll ask Brother Qiang and Brother Xing. They can definitely get it. I think of it. Brother Qiang and Brother Xing still felt a little ashamed.
I took out my mobile phone and looked through the address book. I found a total of three mobile phone numbers of Brother Qiang in the address book. Seeing that the third one should be the latest number, I dialed it directly.
OK, Brother Qiang seemed to have just woken up and yawned, "What's up, brother?"
"Brother Qiang, I haven't contacted you since you gave me this number. How are you doing there now?"
Brother Qiang yawned again and muttered a bunch of random things. I didn’t hear a word clearly. Finally, he sighed and said to me: "Generally speaking, when you go back from here, you will leave everything behind." It's impossible to pick it up again now that I'm back. Brother Xing and I haven't decided what to do yet. Hey...how are you doing at Dihao? The news about City Z has passed now,"
Brother Qiang was talking about that incident at the abandoned factory. I sighed, "Brother Qiang, it's okay. Don't worry. If you feel it's not easy to hang out there, just come back. You should be fine."
Brother Qiang laughed, "Brother, we don't make much money at home, and it's not easy to make money outside. If you let go of the business you built, it won't belong to you. Don't worry about us. There will always be a place to stay in this city." Have you ever seen me give in?"
"Of course not, Brother Qiang, please pay more attention to your health. If I have time, I will go over to see you. There is one more thing, Brother Qiang, please see if you can help me."
"What's the matter? Tell me, we brothers are still polite," Brother Qiang was very generous.
I didn't know if Brother Qiang would agree, so I hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Brother Qiang, can you...can you, um, get me some bullets?"
"What the hell," Brother Qiang obviously heard clearly, and his tone was very surprised.
Now that I have said it, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I coughed and said, "Bullets, Brother Qiang, bullets from a pistol,"
Brother Qiang yelled, "Damn it, you want bullets to fuck a bear, where did you get the gun?"
"Um, Brother Qiang, we are in City J. To tell you the truth, with the help of Mr. An, I killed that bastard mountain gunner last night..."
Brother Qiang hesitated for a moment, until he sighed, "Brother, as long as Mr. An can handle the matter, if you encounter big things again in the future, you must tell me. It only takes one day to rush over. Do you understand?" Brother Qiang continued said.
I didn't have the time to listen to what he said, so I whispered, "Brother Qiang, um...get me some bullets, how about that,"
Brother Qiang sighed and agreed, "Okay then, which gun is that and how many bullets do you want?"
"Which one, Brother Qiang, I don't know anything about guns, what should I do?" I was a little confused. I took out the pistol and looked at it, but I couldn't figure out the reason. "It's black, with snakeskin patterns on it." The pattern is quite nice,"
I really don’t understand how to grab a gun. What should I do? There’s no model number written on the gun. I’m so confused.
Finally, I found "64" on the magazine. Could it be the so-called 64 pistol? I looked at the gun in confusion and said to Brother Qiang, "Brother Qiang, there is nothing written on the gun, but the number 64 is printed on the magazine..."
"Okay, I don't understand anything and still want to play with guns. I know the 64 pistol. Okay, I'm going to sleep. When I wake up, I'll ask Brother Xing to get it for you."
"Brother Qiang...I..."
Before I could finish speaking, Brother Qiang hung up the phone. He probably didn’t know what he was doing last night. Brother Xing was not with Brother Qiang. It didn’t matter, as long as Brother Xing could get the bullet for me.
The door to the room was pushed open, and Uncle An walked in, holding a thermos bottle in his hand and walked to my bed and sat down.
He didn't look angry, but opened the thermos, took out a bowl from the bag, pointed at the thermos and said to me, "Sit up and eat. Doctor Ouyang told me, your injury is not that big." question,"
What I smelled was the strong aroma of chicken soup. I smiled at Uncle An, sat up, and politely filled a bowl with a lot of meat and mushrooms.
Without saying a word, he first ate a bowl of meat, drank a bowl of soup, and then filled another bowl. Uncle An laughed. In fact, I already knew what he was going to say. Thanks to Lao Deng who revealed it to me in advance, otherwise I would I really don’t know how to deal with it, and I’m not in the mood to drink such fragrant chicken soup.
Uncle An hummed softly, "Dachen, Uncle An has something to discuss with you..."
I pretended not to hear and continued to drink the chicken soup. Seeing Uncle An frowning at me, I smiled and said, "Uncle An, would you like a bowl? Who made this chicken soup? It's so delicious. The meat is It's also very tender, not bad, not bad,"
Uncle An sighed and made it clear, "Dachen, Uncle An won't mince words with you anymore. Uncle An wants you to stay and help him take care of the business. What do you think? If you feel embarrassed or have other things to do, , I won’t stop you, just go ahead and do it, I just want to know what you think,”
"I..." I reached out and scratched my hair, "Uncle An, how can I, Liu Chen, be so worthy of your respect? I have no social experience. Apart from causing trouble in small ways, I don't have any brains either. You praise me like this, I really don’t know what to do,"
I took the last sip of the soup and put the bowl aside. On the table was the box of Yuxi left by Lao Deng. I took it out and ordered one. Uncle An sighed and said to me, "If you are hurt, try less." Light a cigarette..." He said and took one, lit it and took a deep breath.
I smiled and didn’t know what to say to Uncle An. I could only wait for him to tell me. The door of the room was pushed open and Lao Deng walked in. “Mr. An, Lao Niu, the chairman of Huasheng Group” Come to Leisure Villa..."
"oh,"
Mr. An frowned slightly and looked at him, "Old Niu, why did he come to my place and how many people came here?"
Lao Deng hummed, "There are about ten people and four cars in total. Why are they here specifically? Mr. An... should we send some brothers over?"
Mr. An pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand and waved, "No, this guy has always been treacherous. I, Lao An, are not in conflict with him. Let's go out first to see what he wants to do, and inform all brothers to be vigilant. If the other old man is not kind, If you want to cause trouble, you're welcome..."
"yes,"
As he spoke, Lao Deng looked up at me and said coldly: "Stay in the room and don't move around," then turned and walked outside.
Uncle An's brows never relaxed. He looked at me, sighed and walked outside. I knew that Uncle An must have been in trouble. The old cow that Lao Deng mentioned just now must be Uncle An's. Opponent, otherwise Uncle An wouldn't be so surprised.
I got off the bed, put my clothes in order and quietly walked to the door. I looked out through the crack in the door. There were four private cars parked in the yard. I couldn't see the group of people clearly. I quietly opened the door and looked around. I looked outside and saw that there were twelve or thirteen people coming. A chubby old man was sitting in front of the crowd, holding a cigarette holder in his mouth. He looked disapproving and self-righteous. They were all very old and still pretending to be young. , I don’t know if I applied hair wax or something to my hair, but it was very shiny.
Seeing Uncle An walking by, the old man stood up and said, "Old An, long time no see. I passed by the treasure place today and stopped by to rest for a while. Please forgive me for disturbing Mr. An."
"Haha, what are you thinking about, Lao Niu? Is there anyone who can stop you, Lao Niu?" Uncle An said, walking towards Lao Niu, and shook Lao Niu's hand out of dignity, "Please come in,"
"Haha, okay, since we are on your territory, Lao An, I, Lao Niu, will not be polite. Please,"
Watching a group of them walking towards the west hall of the compound, I wondered who this old cow was. Uncle An seemed very unhappy and seemed to be wary of him. The other brothers followed. Uncle An entered the hall together behind him, it was a bit like an illegal party.
"Brother Liu Chen, what are you looking at?"
Ma Tiancheng suddenly said something that scared me. Seeing him holding his stomach, I asked him, "Brother Ma, how does the wound feel?"
Ma Tiancheng smiled and shook his head, "I'm fine. Hey... how are you? What did Dr. Ouyang say?"
"I'm fine. Doctor Ouyang said just rest and you'll be fine." Suddenly I remembered the group of people just now, "Brother Ma, who is that awesome guy? Isn't he awesome?"
"Bull whip, what a bastard, he is Mr. An's mortal enemy..."
"A mortal enemy," I looked at Brother Ma in confusion. He nodded, and I continued to ask, "Since we are a mortal enemy, why does Uncle An still care about him?"
Ma Tiancheng smiled and said, "The more big-headed you are, the less you can fight them forcefully. If you have something to discuss, it's not that Mr. An is afraid of them, but you have to be soft and find the right opportunity until Huanglong eliminates him. Even if he is eliminated, If we can’t protect him, we must leave him without a place here,”
"Oh, that's it, hey, Brother Ma, what does that old cow do in J City?"
"Haha, from the chicken farm,"
"Chicken farmers, in my day, must be rich enough and be big farmers,"
Ma Tiancheng burst out laughing, "What a big farmer, I mean raising chickens, Miss, do you understand?"
"Uh, so that's it,"
"You understand this time," Ma Tiancheng said, stretching his head and looking at my room, "Brother Liu Chen, the smell of meat is so strong in your room."
This guy's nose is really good. Fortunately, there is still some soup in the thermos. "It's the chicken soup that Uncle An asked him to stew, and there's still some left."
Ma Tiancheng pretended to sigh, "Mr. An is still kind to you. I'm also injured, and I didn't see the chef prepare anything delicious for me. This is called bias, understand." After saying that, he walked into the room and also Regardless of the dishes and chopsticks I use up, I just pick them up and use them.